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A Series of Fortunate Events	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-A Series of Fortunate Events
- 2-Chapter 2
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Okay, not sure where I am going with this so I might need to move it to the threesomes/moresomes category.... you will see and depending on reviews, I can/will take into consideration where you guys want this to go. If I don't get any feedback, I'll just let my muse fly free :D

Chapter 2

It was extremely difficult not to think back on that day. After all, so much had happened to turn her life on its head. Days passed in a series of black, white and shades of grey that blended together as Hermione tended her small garden, curled up with her endless reading pile and turned violently introspective. Was something wrong with her, that men saw fit to use her so callously? Ron certainly hadn’t batted an eyelid the first couple of times she’d suspected him of cheating except to seem remorseful he’d been caught. The proof hadn’t been in the pudding until she’d heard it from his own lips as she’d walked in on that Floo call he so casually held with whatever floozy was spreading it for him. The way he had laughed, calling her the old ‘ball and chain’ made her toes curl. They hadn’t even been married yet for fuck’s sake!

The one person she didn’t want to think of kept creeping into the edges of her consciousness like so much unwanted smoke curling over the edge of a cauldron, causing her eyes to sting and throat to constrict with an ache that was inexplicably more intense than what she felt over breaking up with Ron.

True, she’d held all of her professors in high esteem, but this particular one had held her in thrall. Severus Snape’s voice slithered into your mind, imparting knowledge like a tempting, succulent fruit that burst scrumptiously into her brain, resulting in so many Ah-ha! moments, the synapses rapid-firing could hardly keep up with the excited hoarding of information and discovery.

Then there was the way he moved. Oh, as a student she’d hardly noticed other than to shy away like everyone else when he billowed and towered around the castle. As an adult, those memories flooded back to compare how he’d sinuously moved above her to the way his robes had played about him. His tailored suit at the Yule Ball in her fifth year was one of the only times she’d seen him without the covering of so much whirling, midnight fabric to shroud his person. Those dark, hawk-like eyes had rested on her for much of the evening and she’d assumed he was watching her to keep track of where she went with Victor or her friends. Now, Hermione wondered if that really were the case…..

An alarmed sounded, causing her to jerk from her self-imposed reverie. Hermione leapt from her position and was quickly in front of her door. Using a spell of her own device, she cautiously cut the alarm and murmured the spell that allowed her to glimpse past the door and yard just past the strong wards she had up. The alarm was meant to only go off if someone were attempting to breach them. She hadn’t wanted to be bothered, so had blocked her Floo and any attempts at contact other than Muggle means like her phone, and even then, she had Caller ID.

With a groan she realized it was Harry. He’d tried calling her five times, leaving increasingly worried and then one irate message that if she didn’t pick up he’d be over to take down her wards and make her talk to him. It looked like the Boy-Who-Was-Stubborn had come to make good on his threat to bug her to death.

Hermione huffed and flicked her wand appropriately until she felt the wards cascade around her. Harry blinked at her sudden appearance and leapt over the gate, trotting up her front walk and leaping onto her porch.

“Hermione!”

“Hi, Harry.” She scuffed her bare foot against the rough entry way carpet, refusing to meet his eyes. Hermione knew she’d been throwing a fit, not answering his calls but dammit, she had a right to her privacy!

“Hermione, what the hell have you been doing? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for days!”

There wasn’t anything the young witch wanted to tell her friend. What was she going to say; that she was pining over a man who had pity fucked her and dropped her in the cold cauldron? She almost snorted to herself in derision. Yeah, that would go over real well.

She looked up quickly when he touched her arm, leaning down to lift her chin with the other hand. “Hey, you are okay, yeah?”

His green eyes burned with such caring and concern there was nothing for it but to fall into his arms and weep. Although she thought herself cried out, there really hadn’t been anyone to comfort her at all since she’d walked out on Ron and been abandoned by the Professor. The stunned Harry held her, gently lifting and sitting down with her on the couch and pulling her to him, just caressing her hair and patting her back for the longest time while she sobbed and sobbed her broken heart and battered self-image into his chest.

Harry frowned, deep in thought as he continued to absent-mindedly pat and soothe the friend he was beginning to like more than just as one. Ron had been a really insensitive git, and should have broken things off with her a long time past. While Harry had been trying to play “pick-me-up” with Ron, he should have been here consoling Hermione instead. Ron was now busily playing cock-tag with his Quidditch groupies in an effort to forget the pain he’d caused the woman he was supposed to marry.

This was much too soon to approach Hermione about anything serious, but Harry was glad he was able to get his priorities straight and be the one she leaned on for support. He would never treat her like Ron had, and vowed right then to do anything he could, be anyone she wanted him to be, so she would realize the true extent of his feelings and devotion toward her without him having to come right out and say it, chicken shit that he still was inside. Harry couldn’t stand the thought of her rejecting him outright, either.

Her hair smelled good, like a bouquet of wildflowers, not at all like an overpowering scent that too many beauty products infused artificially. No, her honey-colored curls were more like the breeze carrying the scent on a rare bright, soothing summer day where you had no cares in the world and felt on top of the same. Harry’s grip became a little tighter, pressing her close to his chest at the thought of anyone hurting her like that ever again. Oh, yeah he had it bad alright. That green tendril of jealousy flared roughly through his mind and heart at the thought of another man touching her and cheating on her like Ron had.

Hermione smiled into his chest, her sobs quieting as she felt him hug and rock her a little. It felt good to be held and wanted, even if it only was Harry. He’d really filled out and his arms were strong from all the flying and Auror work he did, training hard to prove himself. Harry had always felt the need to prove to everyone around him he could make something of himself other than being the Chosen One.

Fuck, it was almost too much, the scents and sensations pounding into his skull from the closeness. He started to panic, feeling an intimate part of his anatomy start to rise. How the hell to get her off without dumping her on the floor?

The warm, comforting arms pulled back, Harry clearing his throat uncomfortably; relieved she had finally stopped crying.

“Uh, ‘Mione, do you mind? I need the loo.”

“Oh, sure Harry, sorry- your legs have probably fallen asleep by now.”

“Yeah- uh- you know how it is.” He smiled weakly, still pushing her gently but firmly off of his lap.

She began to rise and teetered, the full edge of one side of her skirt under Harry’s left leg. Combined with her effort to rise and awkward positioning to begin with, she fell with an “Oohmph!” back into his lap, laughing at the mishap.

Harry instinctively caught her so she didn’t bang her head on the end table. The young witch was suddenly silent, the cleft of her bottom settled firmly against his now-raging erection. Blushing straight to the roots of his hairline, Harry cleared his throat again and lowered his eyes, following the curve of her bared legs before jerking his gaze to the opposite side and out the window.

“I – I’m uh, sorry Hermione – you know how a bloke gets with a pretty girl on his lap,” he tried to joke; knowing his attempt to pass off his arousal was not going to fly with his friend. He wondered if he should just rise now and leave considering he’d probably ruined his friendship with her thanks to his traitorous body.

Hermione stayed still, not attempting to rise again. Her thoughts flew a million miles an hour through her head at the implications of this development. Harry was attracted to her? What did that mean? Did he want a relationship with her? What about Ginny?

Harry turned slowly back to his best friend and met her blank gaze. She gave away nothing and he had no idea how to approach this serious breach of etiquette between them. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, quite shaken and sincerely morose that he’d never get to know what it was like to truly be loved by her. It wouldn’t be right to pursue her so soon after her and Ron’s break-up, not to mention his own with Ginny. That was what hurt the most- that Ginny had taken Ron’s side and make him choose between her and her brother and Hermione. His appearance at Hermione’s flat was the result of that decision, not that he was going to tell Hermione that, yet.

Fresh tears welled up in her eyes as he turned back to look at her, and Harry hated that he’d caused them, he hated that he’d fucked up again and was going to have no one this go around. The Auror job in Austria he’d been offered as Chief of the Austrian Magical Law Enforcement Division was beginning to sound like his best option following this rotten day.

“You’re sorry? I can’t believe this is happening. First Ron, then –“ here she paused curiously before choosing her words, which furthered confused him, “then –him- , and now you! I must be completely horrid that every man I’ve been attracted to is repulsed by me!”

She made to roll off his lap but he caught her tightly before she was able, her honey eyes flashing when he dragged her close and shook her slightly. Her bum rubbed deliciously over his hard-on and he hissed from the lovely pleasure from the sensations being provided for his highly-aroused body.

“Don’t you dare think you’re repulsive! Do I feel repulsed right now?” He ground his erection up against her cotton and panty-clad bottom, feeling her inhale sharply, eyes softening slightly as she allowed him this moment to explain. “Hermione, you’re one of the most attractive witches I’ve ever known, but you’re also one of my best friends. I don’t want to ruin that with you, but I can’t help how I feel about you, either.“ He ended softly, almost pleadingly, desperate for her to understand and accept his dilemma, and not to turn him away.

As the meaning sunk in Hermione was blown away by the enormity of his confession. Did this mean he loved her, as more than a friend? It was too much to contemplate, but she knew one thing, they were both hurting and he was here and hard and willing, and she had nothing to lose.

Not willing to give it further thought, she brought her lips to his quickly, pulling at his head until he dipped down and allowed her lips to move softly against his own. Only when she pressed harder, wiggling her bum against him once more did he tap the tip of his tongue against her lips and she parted, allowing him entrance.

They stayed that way for an eternity, kissing, clenching at one another before shifting with her on his lap and straddling him. Her hands moved in his hair, pushing it back and nails scraping lightly down his scalp, over his shoulders and down to his chest. The exquisite tenderness she displayed brought out a sweet ache in Harry. He wanted to show her what he felt, even if they both weren’t ready to talk about it.

His hands smoothed up and down her back, over her hips and bum and back up again. Only when she ground her core against him did he get the nerve to slide under her shirt to unsnap her bra. Tracing light circles with fingertips, he carefully reached under the cups in front and palmed each breast, full and ripe and spilling out from his stretched palms.

With his hands full of her tits, the need to suck them rose violently within him and he reached behind her, yanking the blouse and bra up and over her head in one motion. The silent permission when her head fell back had him instantly latched to one rosy tip, suckling and laving and worrying it like a dog with a long lost bone. Her breath came in light gasps, hips now lightly riding his clothed erection, driving him mad with want. Harry refused to give in and rush things and ruin it. This might be the only chance he got to make love to her.

It appeared that his best-friend-turned-lover had other plans, however, when she suddenly pulled away from him and rose, smiling coquettishly as she reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties, throwing them over her shoulder, to his shock and delight. Then she was between his legs, taking his cock out of his pants with her lips on the tip and his head went blank with fierce pleasure and he fought to keep from spilling rapidly into her mouth.

“Hermione, stop! Stop! You have to stop!” He pulled her head away and she looked confused, ready to pull away and he grabbed her to straddle him again, holding her head firmly while he fought for control. “It’s just- I’ll go early – and I want to do that inside of you. Do you understand?”

Hermione nodded, biting her lower lip as he groaned inwardly. That small hand reached between them and his dick was soaked between her outer lips, being rubbed back and forth firmly. Then the succulent woman was placing it at the entrance to her honey-pot and sliding down in one go to the balls, and again he grit his teeth and held her hips firmly.

It was too much. The tingle in the base of his spine translated to a swelling of his cock, the burning in his chest shooting down to his balls and he cried out, clenching fingers into her soft thighs and moved her physically up and down hard, thrusting upward once, twice, three times and coming violently on the fourth, his eyes screwed shut and a guttural groan issuing from deep in his throat.

In increments he came down from his high, arms slack on the couch now and head back. With his breath coming back and heart slowing from the wild gallop it had gone on, he gasped, “I’m sorry, so good- I couldn’t-“ and she was kissing him, shushing him, still flush against his balls and groin with his half-hard cock bathed in its own come deep inside of her tight pussy.

Hermione’s nimble fingers quickly undid the buttons on his shirt and her palms grazed his nipples, pinching lightly and making them harden. Long minutes of tongues entwining, then her chest pressed against his and his cock grew hard within her once more.

This time she rose of her own accord and his come lubricated the rise and fall of his cock within her. She was so tight that he had to really concentrate from pounding into her again. After a while Harry got used to the rhythm she set and he met her halfway, thrusting just hard enough to cause her to gasp at the peak of each thrust, not so hard that he was going to spill again too soon.

Their lovemaking was languid, unhurried and passionate. Clothing seemed to disappear at invisible intervals, and their bodies slid sinuously against one another in a long-overdue coupling that they both felt to their very cores. Her magic seemed to recognize his most intimately and the soft, lilting gasps or moans that issued forth kept Harry’s strength renewed as he switched positions and soon had her draped over the back of the couch, his body draped over her back as his hips pumped steadily, gaining in intensity and speed a bit at a time.

He couldn’t believe this was happening, she had such a great body and her hair smelled so good. Holy shit she turned him on so badly! Harry felt her cunt begin to flutter around his taut length poling through her suckling flesh, watching it appear and disappear, her feminine cream coating him thickly as she let out a wail and came, pushing back on to him, calling his name and a number of other unintelligible things among a smattering of “Fuck yes!” and “So good!”

Harry set his jaw, his aching hip muscles protesting as he set her down from her position across the couch back onto her stomach on the floor. Little did he know it was the same area Snape had taken her just days prior.

Hermione tried to turn but he shushed her and pushed her arms above her head and legs together. Then, straddling his legs outside of hers, he pushed back in and nearly died from how tight and soft she was. Her come was everywhere, mixed with his first flood and the air reeked of sex. Sweat poured off of the sex-starved wizard and held his arms straight up on either side of Hermione, locked in a push-up position with torso rigid and began hammering quickly in and out of her sopping hole.

The need to come was again burning through his fit, young body and he wanted her to come on his dick again before he blew his load so far inside of her it would never come out. The world narrowed to a pinpoint focus: copulate intensely with this female and make her his. There was no doubt in his mind at this point. Harry wanted Hermione, and his magic gathered inside of him even as he worked himself and his partner over most thoroughly with his tool.

His concentration was intense, the sound of wet slapping, suction and her soft cries driving him mad with lust. Never had Harry wanted – needed- to fuck someone so much. It was as if he’d spent his entire life waiting for this moment of approaching completion. There was a sudden element of urgency that made the union seem like the most important event of his young life, even greater than defeating the Dark Lord.

Tendrils of red suffused with gold and white crept out every pore, unnoticed by the concentrating couple as it wound around Hermione and into her mouth with each breath. Her magic answered his and silver crept back along the tenuous line, infusing Harry even as more seeped out and into his gasping lover.

Like a punch of a giant crashing into an object Harry’s orgasm hit, taking him by surprise and his back bowed, arching almost painfully, hips snapping tight against Hermione’s ass and his cock buried deep within her pulsating cunt. Long, hot bursts of come shot time and again inside of her, splashing against her cervix and surrounding tissues.

Hermione felt as if she imploded in on herself and came, her pussy contracting, sucking all of Harry’s essence into her, stretched to her limit around him as the pleasure went on and on, wave after wave of ecstasy leaving her crying and shuddering when she came down from it all.

Harry had collapsed against her back, crushing her, and she rolled him off, wrapped her arms around him and Apparated him to her bed where they fell, exhausted, sated, and magically joined in a way neither could fathom at that point in time.
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